Lent, wilderness, alienation....
Wandering so far from my place,
Wondering if I’ve lost the memory of your face,
Weary of the silence of the absence of grace
Heaven help a sinner. Heaven help … me. (2x)
Stumbling, stomach empty with need.
Slumbering, nearly dead on my feet.
Stammering the words of a half-forgotten creed:
I’ve been alone, for so long in this desert.
Must I atone, or just eat my … just desserts?
Heaven’s such a long way away.
Heavy is the load I bear today.
No haven for a traveler to stay.